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Well, I tried to start a revolution, but didn't print enough pamphlets so hardly anyone turned up. Except for my mum and her boyfriend, who I hate.
Do you ever get the feeling that there's something going on that we don't know about?
"This son of a bitch is throwing a two-hit shutout. He's shaking me off. You believe that shit? Charlie, here comes the deuce. And when you speak of me, speak well."
"You know, I wake up to everything I know either getting sold or wrecked or being taken over by people that I don't like, and they don't like me, and you know what's left out of all of that? The Jets."
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